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Oct 15, 2018

A lot of events happened last year, and the other day I documented some of it on the blog.

But what I didn't document were the really important moments, the moments we remember because of how they made us feel. Like stones rounded by the sea, I sometimes take out these moments and turn them around and around in my mind, taking comfort and joy in their memory:

When Mike was hospitalized a few weeks before my heart surgery, a friend said: "I'll go with you to Mayo."

When it was recommended that I have a recliner after surgery, as getting in and out of bed would be painful, a friend said: "I have a recliner. We'll bring it over and carry it up your flight of stairs."

When we were flying back home from Mayo, a friend said: "I've made extra dinner. I'll bring it over as soon as you get there."

When Mike was anxious to get back to work after being at Mayo with me for 2 weeks, a friend said: "I'll take you to the doctor," even though that meant a long drive in rush hour for her.

When the doorbell keeps ringing because so many friends have sent food or flowers or both.

When you get cards.

When friends insist on dropping by for just 10 minutes and seeing them brightens your mood for days.

When the doc in the ER gets angry on your behalf because the Mayo docs screwed up something and she calls Mayo to complain.

When that same doc says to you: "This embolism could have killed you. You're lucky your husband called an ambulance."

When your son turns to you and says: "We should live in the same area. Move to Dallas."

When your sister in law calls to say that her mom is having a biopsy, and my husband and his brother drop everything to be there.

When your mother in law takes a turn for the worse, and everyone -- children, in laws, grandchildren, flies across the country and is there in less than a day.

When the time comes to divide up property and my mother in law's children argue -- not to get more for themselves, but to make sure they don't take too much for themselves.

When you hear your nephew and niece performing at your mother in law's memorial service.

When your sister in law buys your favorite candy, twizzlers, and then eats them with you.

When your mother in law says: "Thank you for being here."

When you wake up covered by biting bugs at your airbnb apartment and your husband says: "We are out of here. Leave the stuff covered with bugs on the bed. Now."

When you finally find a doctor who figures out what is wrong with your scar. And makes it stop hurting.

When you say goodbye to neighbors, knowing you may never see them again, and your heart tugs.

When your car check engine light comes on as soon as you enter Dallas, and a car guy you've never met fixes it and doesn't charge much.

When your realtor (Kathy Hewitt) is the BEST realtor ever and makes a difficult situation easier.

When your sister in law in Dallas calls and says "come for dinner" and keeps calling with the same request.

When the people running the breakfast buffet at the hotel where you are staying greet you with a big smile every morning.

When every. single. person. you meet in Dallas is friendly (and many are from the DC area!).

When the Dallas waitress reorders all your food because there is a way to get the same food at less cost.

When a stamper friend contacts someone she knows in Dallas and her Dallas friend and I go to lunch.

When you get invited to attend your nephew's baby's church dedication.

When 3 of your new neighbors knock on the door and welcome you and give you their cell numbers.

Oct 1, 2018

We moved out of the hotel yesterday and into our new (to us) home. We only have two folding chairs and a mattress, but it's wonderful to finally be in our own place. The rest of our stuff should get here by the end of the week.

In the meantime, I am enjoying getting to know our house. It was built in 1930 and full of character and charm and issues! We'll be working on this place forever...

I'm curious about the original owners and hope to figure out who they were. I look out the windows sometimes and imagine a family living here and can't help but wonder what the woman was thinking when she stood in the same spot or how many kids lived here.

One of the bathrooms is from 1930 -- only the sink and toilet, and some overhead lights, have been updated. We suspect that it was the only bath when the house was built. If it wasn't original to the house it would be gone! But, given that someone laid those frightful pink, almost purple, and green tiles 88 years ago, we will preserve it. On the other hand, I love those built in cabinets.

And here's a picture of what will be my craft room. (It's much smaller than this realtor picture makes it look!) It used to be what we think was the master bedroom for the house, but a previous owner turned it into a family room and added those built in cabinets.

There's room for a couple of chairs and a TV, so Mike can join me sometimes while I craft. (If you look closely, you can see the original wood telephone stand in the hall and the wrap around sunporch outside the craft room window.) I cannot wait to fill up those shelves with my supplies!

Here is the front of the house. Those windows on the left enclose a sunporch. It used to be an open porch, but the previous owner installed windows and screens and it is now one of my favorite spots in the house.

This house sat on the market for quite a few months. As a result, the price kept dropping, and, because it needs a fair amount of work, we were able to factor that into the final price. I am so grateful to be living here.

Nevertheless, it's been a somewhat difficult transition. I just miss what I still refer to as "home." We see our son and Mike's brother's family almost every weekend and then I'm happy, but 24 hours later I'm homesick and missing my home and friends. The good news is that I'm confident that, once our stuff gets here, and we can make this place a home, I'll be feeling much better.